No Camilia... Your no fool you need me. Poison is the
Wind swell.
Maybe I could love the three of you.
Last thing I need from you is another heartless lay, but
Who am I, who am I to notice.
Twenty-two is outside, inside your all pink. Hallways
Filled with windows.
Maybe I could love the three of you.
No Camilia, your no fool you need me. Poison is the wind
Swell.
Maybe I could love the three of you.
